“Wait.” I stall, holding out my hands to stop him from coming to my side of the counter, the only thing keeping me from letting him find out if he’s right. “You, uh, we can’t. I didn’t want to say anything before, but…it’s Harlow. She has a thing for you and I’m trying to be nice about it.”
His mouth curls up wickedly, but he at least stops, rubbing one hand over his jaw while calculating eyes bore into mine. “You’re so full of shit. I’m from here, Paige. A local, remember? Harlow McWright’s been pining for Oakley Abrams since the day he left town. Try again.” He resumes his approach, his slow, methodical steps toward me predatory and undeniably tempting.
“I’m seeing someone?” I probably should’ve stated that, rather than asked him in a breathy plea.
He laughs and tilts his head to the side, a few black strands brushing his forehead. “Yeah you are, me. Tomorrow at noon. My door. We’ll head out. I’ll take care of Joe. Pack light, or nothing. Naked works for me, Firecracker.” He winks.
“It’s freezing outside! Don’t hold your breath on the naked part!”
He’s already out the door.
How he actually got me here, I’m not sure, but I’m sitting in Vaughn’s rig, coasting down the highway, feet propped up on the dash, feeling surprisingly chill. “You ever watch Friends?” I ask around the jawbreaker in my cheek. Yes, I stole one from his stash during the good thirty minutes I spent snooping through his shit.
“Yeah, why?” he replies, focus forward.
“You remind me of Chandler.”
“Which one was that?” He throws me a sidelong glance, catching me shaking my head in disapproval.
“You serious right now? Everyone knows Chandler. Joey’s roommate. He ends up with Monica, the clean freak. Ring any bells?”
“The one dick in his ass away from being gay guy?” His tone is stunned.
“That’s the one.” I tap my nose.
“And why the hell do I remind you of him?” he grumbles and I barely snare in my laugh. “Why don’t we ask your pussy if I’m gay?”
I ignore that comment and continue on. “Easy. You’re the funny one, with a snappy comeback for anything and everything. But inside,” I pause for dramatic effect, “it’s obvious that you’re just a giant ball of sensitivity.”
His jaw gapes as he turns to look at me.
“Eyes on the road!” I slap his arm, watching my life flash before me. “Jesus! Isn’t there like a test or a manual or some shit you have to peruse before they let you drive one of these? ‘Cause I’m thinking eyes on the road should be number fucking one!”
“Sorry, got distracted by the amount of bullshit you’re spewing! You do realize you just described yourself to a tee, right?”
Fed up, I reach for the panel of knobs and buttons, searching out the radio. “How the hell do you turn on some music in this thing?”
Pompous smirk beaming, he uses one finger to push the button. “You press on. It’s in the manual.”
We’ve been in the cab of this semi for less than three hours and have spent every second trading barbs. The score is me twenty-three, him an impressive nineteen, but that’s top secret information.
“Pick. A. Song. Paige,” he snarls, apparently willing to settle for any trash rather than channel surfing for a musical genius. “Or better yet, turn it off. Finish your captivating story about how you pulled a gun on your ex.”
Oh yeah, I’m bored as fuck, so I may have divulged that little tidbit.
“Only if you tell me about all the chicks you took on ride-alongs. Did they get to find a good song?” I push the off button with a flourish.
“No.”
“So you were cranky and tone deaf with them too?” I keep poking the beast, his attention trained on the snowy road ahead of us.
“No, I wasn’t anything with anyone because you’re the first woman who’s ever ridden with me.”
“But you said—ahh!” I gasp in semi-impressed comprehension. “You made them up? I knew you were egging me on, but this level of deception!” I tsk. “I’ll pray for your soul.”
He shoots me a sidelong crooked grin. “Way too late for that, I’m afraid.” He chuckles. “But good lookin’ out. And it worked. Now finish the ‘Janie’s got a Gun’ story.”
Diverting topics, I mumble, “That song sucked.”
He grabs his chest in overdramatized disgust. “You can’t pray for my soul since you’re the devil! Aerosmith? Suck? I oughta kick your ass outta my truck.”
“Just that song. Calm down, fangirl.”
He snorts. “Nice, twenty-four you. Now finish the fucking story already, you pulled the gun...”
“Hate to piss on your parade, but that was the end of the story. I didn’t shoot him, he ran. End of story. What else would’ve happened?” I relax against my seat, back aching. Not that I’ll let him know it.
“Who’s got their ears on? Juicy Lucy here, come back.” A rough but still feminine voice on the CB fills the cab and I double over in snorting laughter.
“Oh my God.” I fight for air. “Did she say Juicy Lucy?”
“Yep.” He pops the reply off his tongue with a tiny snort of his own. “I hope somebody answers her so you can hear. She’s a trip, on all the time.”
Before he can protest, I grab the talking thingy and press the button. “Hey Lucy, you got Throbbin’ Robin. Come on.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Vaughn smile wide, shaking his head in amused disbelief. If I’m capable of giddy, then that’s what I am, salivating for her to play with me.
“Coming in clear, Robin, nice to meet ya. Got bit by a Mama Bear, bad day. How’s yours? Over.”
I look at Vaughn, who’s already snickering. “I have no idea what she just said.”
“Means she got a speeding ticket from a female cop. Shit,” he mutters.
“I’m sure she’ll get over it.” I laugh easily. “Or is it trucker code, ‘one of us gets a ticket, we all feel it?’”
“Road’s closed ahead,” he says suddenly, and I follow the direction of his finger to flashing signs on both sides of the highway up ahead.
“So what now, we turn around?”
“Paige, honey,” he rubs a hand over his grin, “you can’t just turn a semi around. I’ll have to take a different route is all, no worries. I need the CB a minute, though.” He reaches out his hand.
I listen, eyes glued to the road, as Vaughn talks with other drivers, a series of numbers and trucker lingo rerouting us to a side road that’s not closed. When Vaughn signs off and breathes a huge sigh of relief, I join him.
“Hope you were done talking to Lucy,” he jokes, hollow and unfeeling, what I know is an attempt to soothe me, and blindly he seeks out my hand with his own. “We’re good to go, babe.”
When he squeezes, I give one back.
“You want me to drive?” It’s a ridiculous offer, but we need some levity in this cab as soon as possible. The alternate route is narrow, winding, and steep. Vaughn’s knuckles on the wheel blanched out an hour ago. It’s been a pretty easy winter so far, but the past few hours the snow’s been coming down fast and the road is already in need of a good plow.
His laugh is nervous. “I got it, but entertain me. Tell me something.”
“Like what?”
“Anything. Do the rambling girl thing. All your secrets.”
“You make that sound so easy,” I reply. “Where is everyone anyway? This road is dead.” I ask, sitting up taller to look out the fogging window. There’s nothing but a blanket of snow covering fields? Forests? I can’t tell through the downpour of white. I do know we haven’t passed a house or any other vehicles in too long for my liking.
“Not a lot of us use this detour unless we absolutely have to, which we do. It’s the faster way to get my load delivered anyway, so just sit back and don’t change the subject again.” He throws me a quick smile, all sweet and alluring.
“Fine, you want to chat? How many times have you had CB sex?”
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sp; “CB sex?” he parrots me with a small snicker, though I’m positive he knows exactly what I mean.
“Yeah, like phone sex.”
“Honestly?” he asks, leery.
Shit, do I want to know this? I nod, surer than I feel. “No lying to me,” I tease.
“Promise not to judge me?”
I reach over and playfully nudge his arm. “Come on, spit it out! How many times and…” My hands fly up and cover my mouth. “Oh my God, have you ever with Juicy Lucy?” I’m appalled and intrigued at the same time, waiting for his answer.
He’s grinning to himself when he turns his head my way and says, “Never.”
“Shut up!” I drawl. “I don’t believe that for a second!”
He’s all laughter now. “Is that what you’d be doing if you drove a truck? Having CB sex?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug my shoulder and sit back. “Depends. You know any Dirty Dans?” I can’t even force myself to sound ashamed. The thought of me and him, Vaughn, not some imaginary Dan, over the CB, like at work…I’m well aware of the fun that could be had.
“Well, you have my handle, so if the mood strikes—fuck!”
His posture stiffens, his grip on the wheel impossibly tight. “Paige, trailer’s sliding. You buckled?”
“Yeah, but—” I tense, beginning to feel us lose traction.
“Hold on, baby, there’s a bar above your head. Lock your legs against the floor if you can and duck your head. Now!”
My eyes go wide, holding tight and burying my head in my lap as the entire truck begins swinging back and forth like the tail of a caught fish. I hear Vaughn’s cussing and grunting, peeking up to see him fighting to maintain control.
“Shit! Paige!”
All too quickly there’s a lightweight, floating, disoriented fog as we tip. Then noises—glass breaking, Vaughn screaming my name. I feel him grabbing my hand, my shirt. I hear yelling, then there’s a hard smack, the worst pain I’ve ever felt shooting through my head. Right before it all fades to black, I swallow blood. It tastes like warm metal.
Handled
Part 2
The Conclusion
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
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